Hello!!!! Happy St. Patrick's Day!!! I hope you didn't get pinched and that you will enjoy green beer!! LOL!!!

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They took a taxi to the Westminster district. In the taxi, Cal got a call from Ben. He picked it up. "Hey Ben, what's up? Oh really, how interesting. I will definitely tell Jules. Okay, we are on our way to the dinner party. I will call you and let you know how it goes. Okay, we will, bye." He hung up the phone and turned to Gillian.

"That was Ben. All of the men that were taken had ties to, not only America, but to other countries. Like France, Belgium, Germany, Turkey, Australia and Brazil. Maybe they didn't like these guys because they had dealings outside of London. Maybe they don't like that." Gillian sat and thought for the rest of the way to the Stanton's home.

They soon arrived in front of a brick building. The Stanton's had a flat at the top of their building. Cal and Gillian went up and rang the doorbell. Cal noticed that Gillian was shaking a little, so he put his arm around her and patted her shoulder. She looked at him and smiled. He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Just act normally. You look beautiful." Just then, the door opened to Julia and Winston Stanton. They were smiling and saying, "Come in, come in!"

They walked into the flat, which was very open and spacious. Everyone was sitting on the sofa and then they got up to greet the new guests. Everyone shook hands and kissed cheeks.

Cal spoke up, "Sorry we are late, someone was holding us up." He looked at Gillian with a stern look. She smiled and said, "Oh, be quiet! We can talk about it later, darling." She patted his knee roughly. Cal loudly whispered, "Sorry." Gillian and Cal could see the concern passing through some of their faces. He brightened up and said, "Did we miss anything?"

Julia stood up and said, "We are about to serve dinner. Please come and follow me to our dining room table." Everyone got up and followed to the dinner table. Gillian and Cal both sat next to each other, although she gave a nasty look to him. He again, whispered loudly, "Sorry." She gave him a cold look. He sadly looked down. This didn't go unnoticed by the other patrons. Serena had a look of disgust on her face.

The maids brought out the first course, beef bourguignon soup. They also came out with some wine. They were about to serve Cal his drink when Gillian looked up and said, "Steven will not have any wine. He is not allowed to drink this evening."

Cal looked at her with sad eyes and whispered, "Jules, let me have one drink, please."

She looked up at him and said, "No, you are not allowed." She turned to the rest of the guests and said, "He has a drinking problem. He is supposed to stay clean." She turned back to him and said, "It's not my fault that your liver is shot to hell."

He looked down and then grabbed his spoon and started eating his soup. He wiped a tear away from his eye. By this time, Garry was seething. Serena put a hand on his arm to try and calm him down.

By the time the Waldorf salad came out, the topic of conversation changed to politics and the economy. Serena turned to Cal and said, "Now Steven, how is the real estate market doing in America?"

Cal thought for a moment and said not-so confidently, "It's beginning to rise again. I'm just not sure how it's going to end up. I mean, I haven't sold a house in over 6 months." Gillian stifled a laugh and went back to eating her salad.

The main course came out next, which was baked sea bass with garlic potatoes. After that came dessert, which was a spiced roast pear. The conversation went back to politics in London. No one talked to Cal or Gillian. The just sat there quietly and ate their food. They didn't look at each other or touch each other.

Soon the men got up and Charles said, "Ladies, if you don't mind, the men will be meeting outside for a smoke and some brandy." Cal got up and walked out onto the terrace without a glance back to Gillian.

When the men gathered outside, Garry turned to Cal and said, "Why the hell are you going to let your woman boss you around like that? Last night you sounded like you were in charge and now you look like a damn fairy. Pull yourself together man!" The brandy was being served. Cal didn't take one. Garry turned to him and said, "You better drink that brandy or I will shoot you myself."

Cal reluctantly took the glass but said, "My wife is right. I do have a problem. I am drinking too much. But I can't live without it. It is like a drug, if I don't have one then I go into convulsions." Garry looked at Cal like he had just been slapped. No one talked for a couple of minutes. Cal decided to drink the brandy.

Garry looked at him and asked, "Are you dying?" Cal shook his head. Garry nodded and said, "Good, let's get on with our meeting. What should we do about the Met? They are driving me crazy with their questionings and interrogations. What can we do to throw them off of our scent?"

Cal spoke up, "Well did anyone here commit the murders?"

Charles looked at Cal and said, "How could you ask such a question? Of course, no one committed those murders." Cal noticed Garry smirking but he didn't see Charles' shoulder jolt up.

He turned to Garry and said, "He knows something about it, don't you?"

Garry was livid, "What a fucking asshole! Of course I don't know anything about the murders."

Winston held out his arms and said, "Why don't we just keep the noise level down. We don't want the neighbors to hear."

Garry turned to Winston and yelled, "You don't want the neighbors to hear! Who fucking cares! Steven just accused us of murder!"

Cal sat up straighter and said, "If you didn't do anything, then why worried about the Met questioning you? With the way you are acting, you sound like you are guilty."

Garry was about to punch Cal when Charles stopped him, "Garry, settle down. You do look guilty with all of this anger." He pushed him down and yelled, "Settle down!" Garry was enraged but he did what he was told. Charles went on to say, "We all look guilty. We need to settle down and not let our emotions get the better of us." They sat there in silence. Charles turned to Cal and asked, "What would your game plan be?"

Garry laughed, "He can't even control his bitch of a wife, how will he know what to do?"

Cal slumped his shoulders again and looked down. Charles said, "Give the man a chance and give your mouth a break."

Cal looked up and said, "Well I would go straight to the Met and tell them everything you know. They will trust your word far better than if they have to beat it out of you. Relax your muscles and go in there confidently. Again, if you didn't do anything wrong, then why look so guilty."

Charles looked around and said, "What a great idea! It will get the Met off of our back. And plus, what do we have to lie about, we didn't commit the murders." Cal saw Charles' shoulder twitch up just a little. He shook his head and looked down.

Almost all of the guys said, "Here, here; great idea Steven." Garry folded his arms and said, "I will not go to the Met! Fuck them! And fuck you for following the advice of this weak flower." He pointed at Cal.

Charles said, "That is enough, Garry. It is time for us to go, now!" Everyone got up and walked to the door. They went inside to meet their wives.

Gillian looked up to find Cal. She went up to him with fear in her eyes. Then she smelled his breath. She yelled, "Did you just drink. You asshole, I told you not to drink! Go and die if you want to I don't care!"

He looked at Garry and then at Gillian and said, "Whatever, Jules, I wanted a fucking drink. So divorce me, you bitch!"

Gillian scrunched her face and slapped Cal as hard as she could. "Fine, go and die for all I care!" She turned to the ladies and said, "I am sorry. If you will excuse me." And she ran out of the flat.

Cal said, "I'm sorry, too." And ran out to follow Gillian.


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